Deep inside I feel the presence of deep sadness. It's a steady flowing Stream of Sorrow. It's just there. Never interrupting or causing a scene- quietly existing, faithful and true. UNTAPPED- is a word that just came to mind. Where does the stream come from? Doesn't matter. Where is it going? I don't know. I am not trying to figure it out. The stream is bio-luminescent- there is life and light in it. Hues of beautiful "lagoon blue". The rest of the scenery is black with faint speckles of light. And then- there's me. I am a little girl drawn to it. I sit along side my Stream of Sorrow, totally enamored by its glow. I am being asked to drink from it. Why is it so peaceful at my Stream of Sorrows? Why is it so enchanting and beautiful?
When you Pain is present, how do you acknowledge it? What does it sound like? What picture does it paint for you? Have you taken the time to listen to its story?